The lost soul
Once upon a time there was a man who worked so hard and relentlessly that he had left his soul somewhere behind him.
Once upon a time there was a man who worked so hard and relentlessly that he had left his soul somewhere behind him.
That morning the cricket didn’t get up. Everything was the same as usual: the sun in the sky, the grass in the lawn, the water in the river.
Every night, there is a baby at the starting line. Preparations are accurate and scrupulous: toys, suitcase, bath, book, kisses. And everybody at home is involved: mom, dad, and even the cat.
I was six years old. Once, uncle Bernard came to see us. After dinner, my sisters and I started playing.
It’s six thirty on a spring Friday evening, the protagonist of this book is doing nothing out of ordinary: he’s lying on the grass cuddled by the sun and, as he’s nearly asleep, he hears a magpie s
It’s nighttime, mom and dad are gone. A little girl is at home, alone with her cat, and she can hear a storm coming. Her room is pitch dark.
A song for solo child voice. A love song which leads you, page after page, through fields and tropical forests, oceans, moonlit nights, milky ways, forests and beaches.